Poetry
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  • Reads 49
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  • Parts 2
  • Time <5 mins
Complete, First published Apr 25, 2016
Pardon me a poem whiles I drink a life lime, 
It's definitely our time in space, 
I guess we are better of without Einstein.

Everything ceases to become thin when we go further, but we will write fewer words to fit a line.Both metaphor and some art in our imagining mind. 

The deepest understanding we attain is 6 feet in the ground even If the words rhyme.

So pardon me a poem. 

I put the world into few lines,
It's wisdom in parables and it needs a soothsayer to make them into marbles.

So pardon me a poet.

Pardon me a poem whiles I drink a life lime, 
It's definitely our story in a life book,  
I guess we are writers of a novel.

These words are the songs of the birds I heard and How do I dance to it. 
Great poets who can unfold the world incorporated into few lines of poetry has fallen into mystery.

We protest to understand, 
Let us bring back the dead, 
I guess we are not better off without Frankenstein Shakespeare and Frankenstein Miguel de Cervantes.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.